Remember to Breathe (Book One of the True Desires Series) (11 page)

“No. It's your birthday. This is about you,” Kevin says, before gathering her wrists together and cinching his belt around them.

Soon, pillows are placed under Allie and the three come to an unspoken agreement on a division of sexual labor- Brian foists her legs onto his shoulders and fucks her steadily while Kevin massages and kisses her body, tweaking and caressing her nipples and clit  in response to her moans and shudders. A new wind gusts in, slamming the door shut and ripping a flock of Allie's sketches from their push pins.

“Remember to breathe,” a grinning Kevin says to Allie. She is caught in the silent trough just ahead of a massive wave of pleasure that is about to crash down on her. When it does, she braces for another wave and yet another and then gasps for air and giggles as her joy-flooded body finally reaches its limit for the time being.

The three hear the voices of neighbors outside as they lie locked together by their arms and legs. “I think someone was murdered,” a neighbor says.

“Oh I hope not. We're about to put our house on the market.”
 

“
Oh really-”

Allie, Brian and Kevin laugh. Allie realizes that, in a way, a murder
did
occur.  After this, their lives can't possibly be the same. So much uncertainty.

“Maybe we should go to the window,” Kevin says before he gets up. “Take a bow.”

“You two can go,” Allie says.

“No. They need to see you, otherwise they won't believe that we haven't killed you.” Brian says.

“I'm covered in red paint. They'll at least think that an attempt was made,” Allie says.

“Yes, but you'll  know that you've gotten over it because you'll be smiling from the great make-up sex you had.
Tres aguas
?” Kevin asks.

“
Por favor
,” Allie says.

“Ouch. Watch out for these little bastards,
mi amors
,” he says. He removes a pin from his foot and tosses it toward a waste bin and misses, ricocheting off its rim.

“
Ah, Esteban
,” Brian says after Kevin has left.  He pulls Allie in tighter and drapes Kevin's shirt over  her shivering body.

“So you've met him too, huh?”

“
Esteban
? Oh yes.” They are looking at her last remaining sketch on a cork board. Allie squints but can't quite make out the image. It's attached at a top corner by a single red  pushpin.

Quite a feat of survival considering the wind
, Allie thinks.  Allie decides that she will begin gathering up her sketches once it falls. 
If it falls
.

“Kevin loves you, you know,” Brian says.

“Maybe,” Allie says.

“He does.”

“Does he love you?” Allie asks.

“No.”

“You lie, “ Allie says. “I mean, the way I saw him look at you? You lie.”

Brian sighs. “You might be right. I
am
lovable. To a fault.”

The sketch finally flutters to the floor, not from a gust of wind but from finally giving up, Allie supposes.  She yawns. Brian kisses her, but she ignores this. She sits up, stretches and surveys the room, preparing to navigate around all the little hazards.

Thank you for reading! Don't be shy! If you enjoyed this novella please let others know what you thought by leaving a review on Amazon. For a sneak peak at what's next in the True Desires series, check out “Mice” in the second half of Entangled. For other updates, please go to agfinas.blogspot.com  Twitter: @agfinas

-A.G. Fina
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